Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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"I'll repeat myself, are you sure you want to cut the data cable, that is, the lifeline?" the first mate asked again, his face dark.

“Of course,” Wang Anzhi smiled as he looked at the “lifeline” on the diving suit. “Anyway, they’re not very useful. Senior Ye Sheng and Senior Sister Ya Ji wore them, but they didn’t come in handy either.”

The first mate fell silent; he knew what he said was true.

Xia Mi also raised her hand, "I don't want this lifeline either, it's too ugly."

Ugly?

The first mate stared blankly at the two men before him, unsure what to say. "Do you think this is a picnic? This is an extremely difficult underwater operation, we might even encounter the Dragon King, or even if we don't talk about the Dragon King, that bronze door is..."

As they were talking, the first mate suddenly realized that he didn't even know how they were going to cross that bronze gate.

No, they probably just planned to take a short underwater trip and then head back!

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The first mate's face darkened, and he pointed at the oxygen tank, saying, "Two hours. Remember to monitor the oxygen levels."

“Of course,” Wang Anzhi nodded casually as he put on his diving suit.

After experiencing the historical event of "Ragnarok," he vaguely realized that he could survive underwater, and the oxygen tank was just a cover.

Xia Mi also carefully put on her diving suit. In fact, she really hoped to sneak down alone to meet Constantine, but out of caution, she did not expose herself and continued to meet her younger brother as the human "Xia Mi" and wait for the right opportunity.

On the other side, Mans Rundstedt frowned deeply, watching Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi as they continuously removed equipment from their diving suits, his gaze never leaving them.

He didn't notice any special alchemical tools on them, but recalling Wang Anzhi's words "talisman," Mans still felt a little suspicious.

Did these Chinese mixed-race families really still have a way to negotiate with the Dragon King in ancient times?

It's not impossible.

Among the hybrid races, the Secret Society, whose mission is to slay dragons, has in fact been the shadowy side of the Roman Catholic Church in European history. After the Reformation, it successively controlled several major orthodox churches, including Protestantism and Eastern Orthodoxy.

However, not all hybrids are motivated by dragon slaying, and Christianity is not just limited to "ordinary" doctrines such as Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, and Protestantism; there are countless other sects.

As far as Mans knows, there is an organization in Europe called the "Knights Templar," whose leader is a "Knight," and each of them commands a fourth-generation adult dragon. They have a way to communicate with dragons.

In the East, the legend of "Huanlongshi" has been passed down for a long time.

It can be said that dragons are not incapable of communication; there are historical cases of dragons transforming into kings. However, the secret society's mission is simply to slay dragons.

After a while, he looked at Nuwa sitting in the cabin and asked, "Nuwa, are you just going to let them run wild like this?"

"Professor, why do you think they're just fooling around?" Nuwa looked down at the water, a deep blue that seemed to have no depth. Beneath it lay a palace, a dragon king, and the Zhou family's two-thousand-year-old agreement.

Mans fell silent. He wanted to ask for more details about the "negotiation," but he knew in his heart that Nuwa would never tell him these things.

This concerns the deepest secret of a family, much like the weapons hidden in the "ice cellar" at Kassel College. Thinking of this, Mans unconsciously touched the holy sword named "Durandel" on his back.

Since Nuwa and her entourage boarded the ship, the sword has become increasingly "active".

Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi put on their diving suits and stood on the ship's side.

At that moment, a girl dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit from Kassel College walked over awkwardly. She had the typical features of a Latina beauty, with skin that was somewhere between fair and dark.

"Could you do me a favor?"

"What?" Wang Anzhi asked, having fastened his belt.

“If you see Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya, and if you have the means, you could help them,” Selma said, then added with a self-deprecating laugh, “Of course, I know that’s wishful thinking. Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya might already be…”

Selma fell silent.

After a moment of silence, Wang Anzhi still did not give a clear reply. It was only when Xia Mi kept urging him from the side that he softly replied, "Of course, if I have the capacity."

After saying that, Xia Mi pulled him into the water.

When the cold pierced his bones, Wang Anzhi vaguely remembered that there was another girl who had pulled him into the sea and carried him across the entire ocean.

"Senior brother, what are you thinking about?" Xia Mi asked.

"I'm thinking, we're descending really fast!" Wang Anzhi pointed to the barometer, where the pointer had already reached the "100" mark, meaning that in just a short period of time, they had already descended more than 100 meters.

Xia Mi seemed quite happy. She rolled her eyes and said, "Senior brother, if you don't want to talk about it, then forget it."

After saying that, she grabbed Wang Anzhi's wrist and pulled hard, which increased the speed of their descent.

Ordinary humans, even hybrids, would find it difficult to adapt to such high pressure in such a short time, but neither Xia Mi nor Wang Anzhi showed any reaction.

Soon, they passed through the underwater crevice and arrived at the gate of the Bronze City. The gate no longer had the beautiful patterns of an artwork; instead, there were countless ferocious, protruding bronze blades. The entire gate resembled an enraged beast, with every spike on its body raised.

Under the control of the King of Bronze and Fire, this place is a fortress without any flaws.

Xia Mi looked at Wang Anzhi, her eyes flashing with an unfathomable light, "Senior brother, would you like to give it a try?"

"of course."

Wang Anzhi stared at the hostile city gate, a strange sense of familiarity rising from the bottom of his heart. Almost subconsciously, he reached out his hand toward the massive gate covered with sharp metal.

However, just before his fingertips were about to touch the cold bronze, the tightly sealed, hostile city gate suddenly and silently opened inward.

Like a master waiting to return home.

Chapter 121 Samson

"Senior brother! You don't still have connections with the Norton brothers, do you?"

Xia Mi was also taken aback when she saw the bronze city suddenly open, then she smiled and swam back a step.

"How could this be?" Wang Anzhi pointed to the open city gate and said to the Dragon Girl, whose face looked rather pale in the dark water, "We've already come this far, Junior Sister, do you still want to turn back?"

Looking at the wide-open city gate, Xia Mi gritted her teeth, still not believing it was a trap. So she stepped forward and grabbed Wang Anzhi's arm again, shaking it slightly.

"Then let's go in!"

Even after the city gates were opened, the water continued to flow, converging in one place to form a whirlpool.

“That’s the entrance to the Nibelungen,” Xia Mi said, reaching out towards the vortex without any obstruction or traps.

Without hesitation, Wang Anzhi and the Dragon Girl stepped into the abyss together.

The water flowed swiftly and violently, its sound chaotic and disorderly, like an old, rusty tape recorder playing an outdated audio recording.

It makes you unconsciously want to close your eyes and cover your ears to escape all this chaos.

"Alright, Senior Brother, you can open your eyes now," Xia Mi said leisurely.

Clearly, the environment here did not cause her much trouble.

Wang Anzhi opened his eyes and saw a row of people dressed in ancient attire, each holding an object in their hands, such as a sword or a musical instrument. These people, holding these objects that could be called works of art, were respectfully welcoming each guest.

Xia Mi scoffed, "Norton always likes to play these mysterious tricks."

Looking at the darkness ahead, Wang Anzhi felt an increasing sense of familiarity. "Junior Sister, let's go! Constantine should still be waiting for us up ahead."

The most dangerous part of this bronze city is when you are outside it. When you actually enter the city, you will find that there are no ice blades placed inside.

This is the Dragon King's palace; no monarch would fill his home with inappropriate things.

When the enemy actually enters this place, all the defenses have become ineffective, and even the Dragon King will be at his wit's end.

Norton's Bronze City faced war twice. The first time was in Northern Europe, where he destroyed his own palace and left his fiefdom. The second time was in White Emperor City, where he sank his palace underwater and deep underground, and fell into a two-thousand-year slumber.

Each time was a heavy blow to him.

As Xia Mi walked further into the bronze passageway, she became increasingly familiar with it.

The further you go in, the less water there is in this bronze city, until it disappears completely, leaving only a few lakes to adorn the scenery of the bronze city.

As Xia Mi walked to the end of the passageway, she slowly stopped, her breathing slowed, and her eyes sharpened.

Beneath their feet was another vortex, so large it seemed capable of swallowing a tall building whole. As time passed, the vortex flowed faster and faster, as if something was about to flow out of it.

Given the vast emptiness of this bronze city, it could only contain Constantine or his dragon servants. Considering Constantine's frailty, which prevented him from hatching a massive dragon, it could only contain his dragon servants as well.

Wang Anzhi watched as the Dragon Girl clenched her hands tightly, poised to launch an attack at any moment. At the same time, the whirlpool flowed faster and faster until a dark shadow emerged from it.

At that moment, Xia Mi threw a punch.

Wang Anzhi had no doubt that this slow and simple action could turn the dragon servant at the bottom of the vortex to ashes.

Joking aside, Wang Anzhi still didn't think Xia Mi would be outmatched by this little dragon.

After his journey through the Age of Gods, Wang Anzhi realized the rarity of the next generation. They were the origin of various mythologies, spread throughout the world, and were not subordinates of the Dragon Kings, but rather vassals of the Black Emperor.

The four monarchs gathered in Europe, and their subordinates were often only "knights" of the third generation or "slaves" of the fourth or fifth generation.

They are called kings, but in reality they are the prisons used by the Black Emperor to store his power.

Although Xia Mi has the nickname of "the strongest second-generation species", even the difference between the second-generation species and the third-generation species is not enough to be counted in the Daoli.

A gigantic, indescribable creature emerged from the vortex, and Xia Mi finally unleashed her fist.

For the kings of the earth and mountains who can see "eyes," their bodies are often more useful than weapons.

Just as Xia Mi threw a punch, the air let out a tearing sound like a wail, and the bronze city underwater swayed slightly.

A blank and fearful look appeared in the dragon's eyes, as if he saw Death swinging its scythe at him.

Just as Xia Mi's fist was about to reach the dragon, a slender sword or wakizashi appeared silently in the Bronze City. The wakizashi stretched across the dragon girl's scaled fist and the dragon's spiked back, and a faint sigh echoed in the air.

"Stop! Jormungandr."

Xia Mi stood on the dragon's back, looked down at the whirlpool at the bottom of the water, and sneered, "Constantine, you only dare to hide behind the scenes and not come to see me?"

“I will see you; Samson is your guide,” Constantine’s childish voice rang out once more.

Samson is the name of the enormous creature before us, the biblical hero who perished with his enemies because I revealed his secret.

Xia Mi jumped off the dragon's back and looked at the giant dragon in front of her. Judging by its size alone, it was even larger than her brother Fenrir's current size. It was indeed a dragon that had been sleeping for two thousand years and had accumulated its power for two thousand years.

However, these factors seem insignificant under the suppression of bloodline.

The dragon race is a race with distinct bloodlines. If there is a difference of one class, there is room for resistance. But if there is a difference of two classes, it is just wishful thinking to fight.

Xia Mi scolded, "You can transform into human form, right? Transform into human form now and don't appear in this form."

Samson's face showed a look of humiliation and anger, but he did as he was told. He curled up, his bones grew weaker and weaker, his muscles atrophied and his scales gradually disappeared.

In just a few short minutes, he transformed from a monster the size of a tall building into a human less than two meters tall.

Just as he completely transformed into a human, a black robe was draped over his body.

This is the simplest application of [Conceptual Armament] among the seven alchemical kingdoms.